The male protagonist survives in the infinite game by supporting his wife

Linlang walked in holding a piece of clothing with a burnt hem, while Zhou Xiao followed behind her, carrying Wu Li, who was covered in blood.

"I found a good deal. When I went to 501, he didn't know what happened and was covered in injuries, so I brought him back. Maybe I can get some information from him."

Shi Jinzhe closed the door and said, "Tell me the clue first."

Beside him, Sheh skillfully ejected a drop of black-gold corrosive liquid into Wu Li's body, taking his life and death into his own hands.

Zhou Xiao obeyed and did as he was told: "I'll tell you, you won't believe it, the natural gas in Room 602 exploded, but other than Room 602 being charred black, the other rooms were not damaged at all. Apart from the thick smoke that was a bit choking, the fire didn't even spread outside. It's amazing."

He passed by the living room and just sat down when he saw a poor guy tied up behind the door. "Who is that..."

Shi Jinzhe: "Don't worry about him, tell me the clues you found first."

"Oh, okay." Zhou Xiao handed the clothes in his hand to Shi Jinzhe, "I found this in the black closet in 501. There is only this one piece of clothing in it."

Then, he took out a thin diamond necklace from his pocket and placed it on the table, "I found this in the bedside table in room 605."

Sheh picked up the necklace with his fingers and found that the chain was broken: "Zheng Jingjing also has a diamond necklace, a diamond necklace that she would rather be beaten than take out."

Shi Jinzhe: "Do you suspect it's hers?"

"Perhaps, she may have used the necklace to make a deal with the teacher." Sheh put down the necklace and said to Zhou Xiao, "Go on and describe the situation on the sixth floor."

"Well, Xiao Zhao couldn't be rescued. The door was locked from the inside. Banging and kicking on the door was useless. Even Lao Zhao couldn't open it. It was the shock wave from the natural gas explosion that blew the door open. But other than the door being broken, there wasn't even a crack in the wall."

"It was a mess inside, with broken glass all over the floor. Old Zhao only found a charred body lying on the balcony in the master bedroom." Zhou Xiao felt goosebumps all over his body, "and a pair of intact white high-heeled shoes."

It's so bizarre. The person was in that state, but the high heels were fine.

He shrank his neck. "After Lao Zhao went in, I took advantage of the chaos to pass him a dry powder fire extinguisher and went in to take a look. The fire started near the bed in the master bedroom. It was suspected that the electric heater was turned on too high and the sheets were burned by itself."

"The fire started in the master bedroom, which is separated by a living room. How could a natural gas explosion occur?" Linlang asked in confusion.

"Yes, the fire is burning very fast. I think there may be something that helps to ignite."

Zhou Xiao emphasized: "I went to see it specially. Xiao Zhao's body was lying on the ground and crawling out of the balcony, but she didn't crawl very far. It seemed that she lost her ability to move very quickly."

"Combustion accelerant..."

Linlang suddenly looked up, "Before I left 602, I used my skills to restore a bottle of strong liquor. It was that bottle of liquor...

Xiao Zhao might have turned to alcohol to drown her sorrows because of her husband's death. If she drank by the fire beside the bed and accidentally knocked over the bottle or did not cover the bottle after drinking, allowing the alcohol to evaporate..."

"But I remember that in the morning, Xiao Zhao said very confidently that there was no alcohol at home." Shi Jinzhe tapped his fingers, "Isn't this very contradictory? Suddenly there is an extra bottle of alcohol at home, doesn't she find it strange?"

The bottle of liquor was just not the same as advertised, with the wrong contents, but the packaging glass bottle remained unchanged.

A person who uses the kitchen to cook for his father every day would not be so unfamiliar with it that he doesn't know whether there is a bar in his own cupboard?

"It's a bit contradictory. Let's listen to something else."

After listening to what happened on the sixth floor, Sheh pointed at the piece of clothing and said, "501 is the room of the Wu brother. There are traces of burns on this piece of clothing. The fire is related to Wu Li. Now let's ask him what he did."

Shehe clenched his hands, and Wu Li, who was unconscious on the ground, suddenly curled up into a ball.

He opened his eyes in pain, with fear in his eyes. After a few seconds, Wu Li realized that he was not in his home through the unfamiliar furniture.

"What did you do in Room 602?"

The sudden question frightened Wu Li, and he looked at Shehe with a dazed look in his eyes, "I didn't go, what are you talking about?"

Sheh was silent for a moment, "If you don't say it, it doesn't hurt enough."

Wu Li didn't understand and was about to get up from the ground, but his body was slammed to the ground with a bang. It hurt so much that he could hear the sound of bones breaking.

Without waiting for a reaction, the hand that controlled his body put its thumb and index finger together and made a twisting motion. With this motion, Wu Li's arm flipped backward 180 degrees.

With his eyes suddenly widened, he saw Sheh's thumb placed on his little finger, and as his thumb slid upwards, his legs and upper body began to fold uncontrollably.

Seeing that his knee was about to touch his face, Wu Li didn't dare to play dumb anymore and immediately begged for mercy loudly.

"Shut up," Shekh warned. "If you scream, I'll make you eat your own legs."

Wu Li swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and shook his head violently, "Yo, I definitely won't speak loudly."

Sheh showed his power: "Well, tell me, what did you do on the sixth floor?"

"I went to see Xiao Zhao. Her husband had died. As a neighbor, I had to care about her..."

As Wu Li was talking, he saw Shehe stretch out a hand. The pain from before was still there, and his body shuddered as if by reflex: "I thought there was no one at her house, so I... I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity..."

Even Sheh, who was the last one to learn, understood the unfinished meaning.

Linlang frowned and cursed him as a beast.

"You have no reason to scold me." Wu Li recognized Linlang as the person who bumped into him at noon, and regained some confidence, "If you hadn't been holding that thing, how would I have had the opportunity to take advantage of you."

Shi Jinzhe tapped the floor with his staff, asking Wu Li to look over: "Where did you go on Tuesday night?"

"I…I went to the sixth floor."

Sheh: "So you were the one who followed Xiao Zhao on Tuesday night."

"…It was me, but she didn't know because I was hiding my face." Under pressure from Sheh, Wu Li chose to admit, "She's pretty, and her husband is dead anyway, so I just had some bad thoughts."

"You've already failed and you're still talking about bad intentions." Zhou Xiao rolled his eyes, "Just forget it now."

Wu Li argued: "I was tempted by the small box that fell from her body. If she had taken it, how could I have found the opportunity?"

Linlang sneered: "Paper money is also falling on the ground, why don't you pick it up."

"..." Wu Li lowered his head. "Anyway, that's what happened. I picked a time when no one was around. Xiao Zhao was drinking at the time, so I dropped two drops of the magic water into her cup."

Shi Jinzhe asked: "And then?"

"Then I felt the room was too cold, so I closed all the windows and turned on the electric heater and electric blanket to the maximum. Maybe the drug was not effective enough. I waited for a long time, and when it finally took effect, a fire broke out in the bedroom for no apparent reason."

Wu Li's guilty eyes wandered around. "I tried to put out the fire several times, but the fire was too strong and I couldn't put it out. I was afraid of being discovered, so I left through the window. When I returned, I found a burn mark on my clothes."

"Did you lock the door?"

"...Yes, I was afraid that Lao Zhao would come over suddenly. Wouldn't it be noisy if I locked the door? Wouldn't it delay the time for two more seconds..."

Shi Jinzhe stared at him coldly and asked, "Then how did you get these injuries?"

“…Being beaten.”